In the past my morning classes were like opening a coffin. I was stiff, running a cold sweat through the first set of half moon and when I creaked my way out of Pada Hastasana, I would float my arms down into a bout of vertigo.
“Mix it up, create the change” I say, so I’ve transformed my afternoon habit into a morning one; so much so, it’s what my body expects now. However when I heard the afternoon classes in Budapest are a full house, maxing out at 50 people before turning away late comers, I knew I had to get to one! I treated myself to a few afternoon sessions this week and wow – just as packed as the classes at home (see Maroochydore “Clean Sweat”) but 3 times the number of yogis, sweat and smiles after class.
Ooh, I love that energy when your mats are separated by inches, arms weave and float as one during Poorna Salabhasana and whether you’re suffocating or levitating from one Savasana to the next, you’ll thank yourself for putting ‘you’ first and getting to class in the first place.